So, this is my second FanFic. I deleted the first one because I didn't like how it was going, so I started over. This is with a different pairing, though. I hope you guys like it! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own BTR. :(

"Logan? Logan, get up. It's time to go to school, honey."

I opened my eyes to the sound of my mom's voice. She was leaning over my bed, looking down at me.

"It's 7:15. I'm leaving for work, and I won't be home until late. I took out chicken for you for dinner, have a good day!" She said, then leaned in and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

"Thanks, mom. Have a good day at work!" I called after her as she left my room. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes.

Better get in the shower, I thought. Grabbing a towel out of the cabinet, I turned on the shower, stripped down, and jumped in. I love hot showers.

Once I got out, I threw on some jeans and a white Aeropostale v-neck tee. Then, standing in front of my mirror, I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to get the perfect disheveled look. Looking over at my clock, I realized I was late. I grabbed my shoulder bag, and ran downstairs, deciding to skip breakfast.

Then, my stomach growled.

On second thought... I grabbed a banana and a granola bar from the pantry, and ran out to my car.

Whilst on my way to school, I swear I swallowed my banana and my granola bar WHOLE. Still, my stomach growled in protest.

"I guess I'll have to get something from the vending machine before class." I sighed. Eventually, I found a parking spot and made my way throught the parking lot to school, avoiding any jocks I saw. Or anyone I saw, for that matter.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the front door, and entered the school with my head down, avoiding eye contact. I started walking towards the closest vending machine I could think of, making sure to be on the opposite side of the hallway when a group of jocks passed. Finally, I saw the vending machine. My stomach growled at the thought of food.

Coming to a stop just shy of the vending machine, I fished two crisp dollar bills out of my pocket. Turning to get my snack, I slammed in Eddie Brooker, standing in my way. Just my luck to run right into one of my many tormentors first thing in the morning.

I stumbled back a few steps, because he's so big.

"What the hell, faggot?" Eddie bellowed at me, "You tryin' to assrape me?"

I winced, and opened my mouth in protest.

"No-I...I didn't..no-sorry." I ended lamely. Eddie just laughed in my face, then plucked my money right out of my hand.

"Thanks for the money, asshole." he said. Then, he turned to walk away. But I just had to open my mouth.

"I'm not an asshole." I muttered to myself. He froze midstep. Then turned, and walked back over to me.

"Oh that's right-" He said, then swung at me, his fist connecting with the left side of my face. I clutched my face, and slid to the floor in pain.

Eddie bent down, his face next to mine. I could hear my breaths coming out in short, stuttering gasps.

"You're a fag." he whispered, then stood up and walked away.

Sitting there, against the wall in pain, I realized something; I hate mondays.

"Does that hurt?"

"Well not real -ow- yes." I said. I was sitting in the nurse's office, my stomach still growling.

"It's definitely gonna bruise. You're gonna have a good ol' shiner. Who did this to you?" the nurse asked.

Shit.

"Uhh, nobody. I was walking to the vending machine, and I fell and hit my...face...on the banister." I said. Not a total lie, I guess.

But the look the nurse gave me told me she didn't believe a single word.

"Alright, whatever you say. Just keep some ice on it, so the swelling will go down."

"Yes'm." I said, standing up. "Thanks, but I have to get to class."

I didn't wait for her reply, I was already out of her office, walking down the hall. I came to my English class, took a deep breath, and opened the door. All eyes turned to me, including the teacher's, .

"Glad you decided to join us, . Where have you been?" he said, looking at my swollen eye, not caring one bit.

"I was-uh-in the nurse's office, sir. I have a pass." I said, digging through my pockets. Realization hit me. In my haste to get out of the nurse's office, I had forgotten to get her to write me a pass.

"Um...I guess I forgot to get one." I said, reluctantly. The class sniggered. He looked at me from behind his glasses, eyebrows raised.

"Detention is after school, 3-4:30. Take a seat." he said, turning back to the board.

I sighed, shoulders slumped in defeat. I trudged over to my seat, plopped myself in it, and took out To Kill a Mockingbird, bracing myself for a dull English class.

The rest of the day went by terribly slow, homework slowly piling up as classes went by. Finally, it was the end of the day. But I still had detention. I didn't dare eat lunch, even if I was really hungry; I knew my tormentors were in the cafeteria. And all my money was gone, so I couldn't get anything from the vending machine. So I sat in one of the stalls, doodling in my notepad, and doing some homework.

But now I have to sit in a room full of bozos that all hate me. For an hour and a half. I can't wait.

When I got there, I opened the door, and found an empty seat in the middle row. I took out my notepad and started in on my Trigenometry homework.

"-did you see his face? He didn't even believe that I just punched him!"

"Oh god, that was hilarious. He'll be back though.'

I looked up as two kids walked in. I had seen them around school, but I never heard their names. One was tall, blondish hair, dark eyebrows, and had bright green eyes. He had a kind of skater look to him. The other was a short Latino guy, with messy black hair, and a warm smile.

In other words, they were both extremely hot.

"Mr. Knight, Mr. Garcia! Take your seats. No talking in detention." Mr. Burnhardt spat at them. They both fell silent, but were still smiling to themselves, stifling their laughter.

I smiled to myself. They looked like fun people. I then turned back to my trig homework, determined to finish it.

After a few minutes of working, a ball of paper landed on my desk, next to my arm. I turned my head to see those two guys looking at me. The blonde one looked at the ball of paper, then back at me, and raised his eyebrows.

I raised one eyebrow, and turned back around. I snuck a look at to see if he was watching, but he was on his computer. I picked up the paper, and unrolled it.

Hi, I'm Kendall Knight, and this is my friend, Carlos Garcia. You're Logan Mitchell, right?

I looked over at him, skeptical. He just looked back at me, grinning. So I wrote a response.

Sorry, I don't usually talk to troublemakers.

He chuckled, and showed it to Carlos, who made a pffft noise.

Then why are you in detention?

I rolled my eyes, and looked back at him. I mouthed "late for class". He mouthed "ohh".

Besides, it's social suicide to be friends with me.

He snorted, which caught the attention of , who glared daggers. Kendall gave the note to Carlos, who hid it under his shirt. After a few seconds, went back to his computer. Carlos sighed, and pulled the note out from under his shirt, and handed it to Kendall.

Does it look like I care what a bunch of tools think of me, you, or Carlos?

I just smiled at this. The note was still warm from being under Carlos' shirt. I tucked it in my bag, and shrugged at Kendall, and pointed at the clock. It was almost 4:30. He nodded, and started whispering with Carlos. I can't believe it. I'm actually making friends. Hot friends, too.

Just then, the bell rang, everyone whooped, and collected their things. I jumped up from my seat, stuffed all my work into my bag, and walked out the door. Kendall and Carlos were gone 1 second after the bell rang. I wonder if they'll actually make an effort to stay my friends, though. They seem nice enough, I guess.

I was brought out of my thoughts by a shout.

"Hey, look who it is. It's the class fag. How you doing, homo? Want me to help you out with that other eye?" I looked up to see 4 jocks blocking the entire hallway.

"Um, no. I think I'm good. Can I go now?" I asked, scared. The jock in the front walked towards me, cracking his knuckles.

"Not until we show you what being a faggot gets you." He took a quick step towards me, and shoved me with both hands. I fell into the lockers, hitting my head. Hard. I saw stars for a few seconds, then my vision was blurred. I could just make out the jock's face next to mine. He raised his fist, and I closed my eyes, waiting for impact. But when it didn't come, I opened my eyes.

Carlos was kneeling next to me, my head in his lap. He was saying something, but I couldn't make it out. Behind him, I saw the jock get punched in the face. Finally, my vision was back to normal, and I coud hear again.

I could hear shouts of pain and surprise. Carlos was still next to me.

"Hey bud, you ok? Can you hear me? How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked, concern in his eyes.

"I-I think I'm alright. I can hear you. You're holding up 3 fingers." I said.

He looked relieved.

I craned my neck to see Kendall shove the last jock down the hallway. He walked over, with another guy. Another hot guy.

"Is he alright?" Kendall asked.

"Yeah, he says he is." Carlos said, "Let's try to stand him up."

Kendall grabbed ahold of my hand, and the other guy grabbed the other. Together, they pulled me to my feet.

"You alright, buddy?" Kendall asked me.

"Yeah..I uh. Yeah. Thanks, you guys. You saved my life." I said.

They all blushed.

"Oh, and I'm James. James Diamond." the tall guy said, reaching his hand out. I grabbed it, and shook it.

"I'm Logan Mitchell." I said, blushing.

"So I've heard." He said, glancing at Carlos and Kendall. They laughed.

"Do you have a ride home?" Carlos asked.

"Oh, yeah. I'm good. I've got a car." I said, looking around at all of them. They all had small cuts and bruises, but nothing too bad.

"Well we have to go, guys. I have an audition to go to." James said, looking at Kendall and Carlos.

"Oh yeah. Okay. Well, I guess we'll see you around, Logan." Kendall said, clapping me on the back.

"Put some ice on your head and your eye. Get some rest tonight, too." James said, squeezing my shoulder, and smiling. I almost melted.

"Bye Logan!" Carlos called, waving, as they walked to James' car. I waved.

They all got into a black SUV, and drove off, Carlos waving out the back window.

I smiled to myself. I think I just made some new friends.

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